opt 3. i burn

i wish i could burn forever
            like the endless cigerette
                          of your hate

whisper to me
              all the terrible terms
  ive been called before
                                  ( pull all my daisy petals
                                          already bruised rom your
                                                        oh so gentle touch )

time moves too slowly in this tilted sliding room
cataclysmic breaths seem to be
            all i can suck out
                        between these fragile cracks
                                    in time.
[my thoughts are like stacked bibles
all filled with such rotting impending doom]
but to you its all just lies
        nibbling at the core of your
                    oh so perfect ways

so shatter my sunshine sweet boy
fill those thoughts of romance into
nothing but worms and earth
these tree roots aint moving for no one

not even you